Remember You
The Delirous's

One week later, the school will hold a midterm exam. I am not an ambitious child who always wants to get perfect grades in every subject. Getting one number above KKM is okay, I am happy.

But the problem is a little different. If in the past when homeschooling I was the type of person who did not care at all about the value or even very relaxed when it is purchased because it is too often remedied. But this time the situation was different again.

Jeje told me that UTS also has a ranking system, which is after the test is over, the average grade of all students will be displayed in the school with the order from the highest grade to the lowest grade.

Ever since Jeje told me that, I've loved insecure. I don't like to study. Allergy to mathematical formulas. Fast tired if you are faced with a variety of theory books. Not to mention the other IPA majors that make the head turn seven circumference. Can I get into the top twenty? What if I am the last ranked out of a total of hundreds of 12th graders? Where will I put my face?

Therefore, there was a slight sense of consciousness that touched my laziness. Before I went home from school, I had a chance to see Jery for a while. Said if he wanted to borrow all his notebooks.

For some reason, out of the many occupants of the class, only that man crossed my mind. Even though there is still Jeje who I recently crowned as the most diligent earth creature copying notes from the blackboard. But the fact is that Jery was ranked first in the class. If I borrow a notebook from him, then if I suddenly feel confused and do not understand, I can ask him to teach me, right?

Waitaminute! Can this be called modus?

"Good afternoon, Aunt Linda," I said kindly, still in front of the fence. The almost middle-aged woman who previously seemed to be busy watering the plant was ready to put her hose, before finally rushing to open the fence for me.

"Alena...., huh?" ask Aunt Linda, forget to remember. I smiled, nodded, then immediately kissed her hand.

"What's up, son?"

Showing a totebag of notebooks, I then said, "You returned the book Jery I borrowed, Tan."

As I said last night in the chat room, I actually returned the notebook the afternoon after I finished my copy.

"just enter. Jery's inside, probably playing with his little brother. Aunty wants to continue flushing first."

"But "

"Not to be ashamed," interrupted Aunt Linda quickly as she pointed her chin towards the door of her house that was open, as if to let me enter from the gurgle that she showed. I comply. Bending his back a little low, then started walking into his house.

The first thing I caught through the net was the existence of Jeryco who was curled up on the guest table with the package book used as a head pad.

I hurriedly put the totebag on the side of the table that was still empty, also a bag of crackers containing snacks that I bought as a hand for him.

"Jeryco.." call me clean while patting his arm softly. Want to wake up, because of his posture looks very uncomfortable. If continued, surely his neck and back will feel sore. Not to mention he only wore boxer pants and a shirt without sleeves, especially his lower body was on the cold floor, he could have been exposed to the cold.

"Jery, wakeup. Don't sleep like this, your body will hurt all."

Feeling disturbed, Jeryco finally began to open one lazy eye. His brow frowned, while his lower lip looked monstrous. He snorted in annoyance as he began to close his eyes again.

"At least move on to the couch and continue sleeping" I still tried to persuade.

At first I wanted to take Jery for food, but if he slept he could not be awakened like a dead man.

So, by gathering all the power from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head, I began to bring his body up on the long sofa in the living room. It takes extra struggle, because the burden of the bongsor like a baboon must be lifted alone. Only after succeeding did I immediately lay down her body by making the sofa cushion a comfortable cushion for her head.

"You really are a burden of life, Jery," I chanted with a slight gasp of breath. Hopefully after this I don't get hemorrhoids because the straining is too strong.

Ten seconds later, I decided to tidy up all the mess on the table that made me feel uncomfortable if left alone. Pack books were open, writing utensils were strewn everywhere, even the roll of a pair of dark brown socks was so eyesore.

"Bee?"

Hearing the call made my activities stop for a moment, "I'm not Rachel" He must be slipping.

Then after I thought everything looked neat, I decided to stand next to the sofa where Jery was lying. Initially I wanted to leave, but I paled because I could not bear to wake him from his peaceful sleep. Both eyes were closed tightly with their mouths slightly open, and the faint snoring sound in the air proved that they were truly feeling good.

But it seems like my guess is wrong. Because my legs had not been able to step away from his thesis, he had already held my wrist first. Then without permission to pull it firmly to make my body lose balance, drift forward, and...

Bruk!

I fell on his body.

Even in this condition, Jery was still reluctant to open her eyes. Instead he even brought my body in a tilted position in his arms. My head was drowned in his chest, his hands held my back tightly so as not to fall from the narrow sofa, even his two horse legs flanking my lower body like a soft roll that was comfortable to embrace.

"Jery! What-"

"Rahel, tumben once came to the house. What was? Missed me, huh?" ask her with a heavy, hoarse and sexy voice that mixes into one.

"Open your eyes, God damn it! I'm Alena"

Instead of responding, the man became more and more so by strengthening his embrace, as a result the distance between us was completely eroded and almost blameless. Even now the distinctive aroma of his body began to greet my sense of smell. The smell mixed with sweat made something in my stomach feel so tingling.

"I want to cuddle like this. It's comfortable, '" He said, still in the same position and his eyes were still perfectly closed. However, the man still acted by switching to stick his nose bangir on the tip of my head. "Did you just change the shampoo? The money's different."

"Wake, Jery! Your sleep is too slanted."

"Wouldn't wake up. It wants a kiss," said Jery without any sense of sin at all. His lips were spontaneously swept forward, just like a duck. Then moved back and forth as if asking for the code to be immediately censured, but it made me a little ngakak because when viewed from my point of view, his lips looked like the butt of a chicken that was about to lay eggs.

"Don't you be delirious and dreamt of doing a dirty thing with Rachel, huh?"

"They're kiss dul-"

"CHUCK!! JERY, ALENA, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?!"